Goin off the hook like Latrell Spreewell
  I've got the ill technique so you know me be well
  We be kickin bass all up in your face
  And when it comes to beats well I'm the rhythm ace
  Now if you check my pulse it beats skull snaps
  I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac
  So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye
  I got to do my thing and that's no lie
  Well ice is cold and fire is hot
  When it comes to competition we've got them locked
  U.N.I.T.E.
  A little shout to Ian and little Zoe
  One can wonder why but can't deny
  If we could work it out it would be so fly
  We'll never know unless we try
  So tell me party people what's your zodiac sign
      Breakdancers of the world unite
  BBoys of the world unite
      I went inside the deli and my man's like what
  I write the songs that make the whole world suck
  I need to break it down every chance I get
  So "Ssshhh we keep it raw on the set"
  Automation circulation
  This is for the people all around the nations
  I got books with hooks and it looks like rain
  Would someone on the Knicks please drive the lane
  Now rhymes are montaquilla on a track by us
  I've got to keep my mind clear so I don't bust
  If you got bad breath then maybe try Scope
  And if you wash your ass you best use soap
  People of the world you realize
  We got to get together and harmonize
  I feel I'm comin down with the bugallo flu
  Explain to me really what doctors must do, I said
      Ravers of the world unite
      We're the scientists of sound
  We're mathematically puttin' it down
  When lightning strikes best grab a ground
  Got to get up to get down
  I've got the Terminator style with a touch of the tweak
  Technique 1200's I'm known to freak
  I don't like to fight, I don't carry a piece
  I wear permanent press so I'm always creased
  Mike D, with the rump shakin action
  Do it like this for the intergalaction
  I smoke daily so I'm very flexible
  I'm a Scorpio so you know I'm very sexual
  Shouts to Rach and my brother Matthew
  In money makin it's how we do
  I be smokin roaches in the vestibule
  In the next millennium I'll still be old school (Ron)
  HIGH ROLLER BIG BALLER
  I call em crullers but you know they're called CRAWLERS
  We keep it movin to the broad day light
  BGirls of the world unite alright
      Keep it on and on